I Escaped The Thunder, And Fell Into

A Garden Must Be Looked Unto And Dressed As The Body.

Chuse A Horse Made, And A Wife To Make.

Enrich My Heart, Mouth, Hands In Me, With Faith, With Hope, With Charity, That I May Run, Rise, Rest With Thee.

The Groundsell Speakes Not Save What It Heard At The Hinges.

Prayer Should Be The Key Of The Day And The Lock Of The Night.